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Omnidirectional

Posted on March 7, 2013 at 4:40 PM Comments comments (0)

Long before daybreak considers waking

from its slumbers this morning, stretching and yawning,

it begins again, clockwork regularity

of a body gorged, bursting with bran and humanity.

The building of layers,

a filo pastry of sound.

The concluding cacophony

a consistent crescendo,

racing wild and free throughout my home.

The mechanical ocean of engineering drone.

 

Tinting and highlights, blinking lights bleeding

l...

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The Dishonest Seasons

Posted on September 15, 2012 at 6:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Spring

We sit at the back of the class but not because we’re the naughty kids hiding from the teacher’s attention; we’ve been put there because we’re clever. This classroom is bigger than all of the others at the school, with two full years of us lot put in together, so we have to put up with the younger kids. I stare at my book reading over and over the same maths question until it hurts my eyes, so for the first time I have to queue at Mr Cook’s desk...

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Maze

Posted on November 22, 2011 at 4:25 PM Comments comments (0)

‘Five, four, three, two, one.’

The screen erupts into bursts of brightness, a scorching of my eyeballs causing me to squint, as the so-called presenters screech at each other. I put my mug down on the ring-stained table, years of scrubbing proving them beyond cleaning, and my eyes find him in this dim light.

‘Happy New Year Dad.’ I show him my teeth, the extent of my cheer nowadays. In response, he smiles, in his way. We’ve both lost our legendary un...

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It tickles

Posted on May 23, 2011 at 5:05 PM Comments comments (0)

I don’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I know is rubbing my legs together, cursing myself - no wait, that’s too harsh - chastising myself for staying out in this evening air too long. Chatting with the drinking neighbours, our bellies sated from the charcoaled food I had cremated. And I felt the cool air creeping in, further and further until it became cold, but still I persisted. And now I lie here, unable to sleep, not cold to the bones, but with chilly flesh, thinking,...

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Many Happy Returns

Posted on December 23, 2010 at 4:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Today would’ve been her birthday; I don’t know which birthday, you know, how old she would’ve been, I’m rubbish with stuff like that. But what I do know is that she was amazing. So, I’d like to share with you just a few reasons why she was so inspirational, a real life hero, in the real sense, not some celebrity nonsense or false impression of what you think someone is like. A human being to make being human something to be proud of. I think of her less often tha...

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Wild

Posted on November 20, 2010 at 4:05 PM Comments comments (0)

I'm there already, I've hit my stop and I haven't even had time to finish the crossword. Clutching pen in hand, I attempt to write as I walk; that's just not going to work. Disgusted I scrunch up the paper and resign myself to paying attention to the walk home. The walk home. Un-entertained and unaccompanied.

 

It's then I catch him out of the corner of my eye, on this ill-lit street, in between the cars. The initial moment my brain registers the movement, I assume it's a cat...

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The clock is ticking

Posted on May 23, 2010 at 5:00 PM Comments comments (0)

... and time is flying by.

Many moments of change, many obstacles ahead and indeed welcomed. Life is changing; it's all a jigsaw puzzle I've shaken up, broken some pieces I've been placing for some time and even though I know it's never an easy solution, I'm forging forward without a picture as guidance. Still, I reckon this metaphor world will be far more enjoyable than the as-seen-in-real-life Kiss jigsaw. Impossible... This view, this greenery, this cemetery and all the natural light...

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No precipitation required

Posted on December 4, 2009 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (0)

'What day is it?'

'Wednesday.'

'And after that?'

'Thursday.'

'And after that?'

'Friday.'

'And after that?'

'Saturday.'

'And after that?'

'Sunday.'

'Thank you.'

Crammed in, we're crammed in. Crammed into the large space not sufficient for huge amounts of people, sheltering, just trying to stay dry whilst we wait. As the door opens, we start the shuffle, people falling politely back into their rightful place as they previously an...

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Too close to the wire

Posted on August 31, 2009 at 4:55 PM Comments comments (0)

I’m ready, I'm poised. Thousands of people are squashed behind me, and there’s a fair few in here too, we're giving health & safety quite the headache. We’ve shuffled into place, amongst those in hi-vis vests. I’m keeping my cool, just keeping my cool, battery charged, memory card clear, test shots taken, exposure just right, left hand grabbing the body, my trigger finger ready to shoot. I’ve found my spot, but it’s in front of a speaker and I have forg...

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A wwekend away

Posted on March 12, 2009 at 4:50 PM Comments comments (0)

Arriving in the area of my birth, of family, of memories; it feels strange to be holidaying here.

I call in on a few family members, people long missed, my smile raised, a sense of home. Driving to the cemetery, I rarely visit my mum's resting place in her father's grave, next to her mother. Here, en route, my bright pinky-red hair does not escape the attention of the double decker full of school children directly in front of me. Despite my sombre disposition, they make me laugh, but I...

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